What A Tragic Affair (Frank Teacher)

"Missy, shut up," Gerard's throaty voice woke me.
"Mmmm?" I moaned through my lips still half asleep.
"You keep moaning in your sleep, shut up. Please."
My eyes flickered open very slowly expecting to see light. I was greeted my almost darkness.
"Mmmm what time?" I murmured through my closed lips.
"What?" I heard Gerard's voice from behind me. I was still laid down with my eyes blinking heavily on his bed.
I slowly arched my back stretching before sitting up. I crossed my legs under the covers and ran my hands through my messy, knotty hair.
"What time is it?" I said clearly followed by a yawn.
My head darted to the left to see a glow in the dark.
"9ish."
"In the morning?" I felt a bit off being in a room so dark.
"Yes Missy. In the morning." I could hear his lack of emotion, maybe not a morning person? "You have a text by the way,"
And why was Mr Way on my phone? Did I care? Um no. I stretched my arms in the air and flopped back on the pillows turning my body facing Gee.
"The text can wait.10 more minutes." I snuggled into the duvet.
"I was thinking more hours but whatever floats your boat."
Gerard wrapped his arms around me and I lifted my head to his bare chest. I fell asleep almost instantly to the warmth of Gee's arms and the sound of his heart beat.

Me and Gerard groaned loudly in unison as my heavy eyes slowly opened. Somehow I was more tired than I was at 9. We awoke as the lights were switched on. I turned my heavy body on my front and buried my head in the crook of Gee's neck and gave a massive,sleepy sigh which I think tickled his neck as he let out the funniest giggle and tensed up completely.
"Ticklish Gee?" I gave him a quick peck on the forehead before turning to see who turned on the light.
"You guys are so cute!" Mikey put on a girly voice, "Now get up it's almost lunchtime." Mikes demanded pulling the duvet off while he walked away.
I looked down and saw I was only in my underwear. Lacy underwear. What the heck? I went to bed in bottoms. What happened? I grabbed the bottom of my top covering my modesty hoping Gee wouldn't fully wake up. I found my bottoms on the floor, I must have taken them off. Heat? I remember being cold when I went to bed, I must have got hot when I was cuddling Gee. As a friend. As a friend.
I hopped off the bed and grabbed my bottoms. Gee grunted and turned on his back. Please don't open your eyes. Please don't open your eyes. I was bent over putting each foot in the bottoms when I heard his voice.
"May I say you do have a lovely buttocks?" Gee's voice echoed the room in a fake English accent.
"Agreed." Ray's voice came from the sofa, I didn't even notice he was there. I sat on the floor instantly and tried to cover myself while dressing.
"Ray, where did you come from?" I asked honestly surprised he was in here.
"I've been in here since 8ish or 9ish, I don't remember." He answered pushing his curls back with his hand.
I grunted under my breath and slowly got up. I reached for my phone just as Gee snatched it from the bedside table.
"Hey, gimmie," I said pouting.
"The text is from him." A smile spread across his face.
I heard him unlock my phone as I jumped onto his waist.
"Gimmie, gimmie," I said play fighting him.
He quickly grabbed my wrists with the phone in hand and flipped me over. Our laughter soon died down until we were just staring into each others eyes. Gee on top of me. He cleared his throat loudly and got off me. That was such a weird moment, and it didn't help that he was in his boxers.
"Somebody read that damn text out!" Ray's voice whined.
Gerard soon was very enthusiastic again.
"Everyone sitting comfortably?" Gee joked about, "Then I shall begin. Hey Missy are w..." His voiced died down and his smile dropped.
"What did it say?" My smile slowly dropped too. My mind was wondering what it could say. What did Frank text.
Gee swiped the screen, I assume deleting the message.
"Hey what ar-"
"You don't need to read that." He threw my phone back to me.
I studied my phone and the previous messages that Frank had sent me. My mind was racing over all the possibilities that text could have been.
"Gerard. It's not funny any more, what the fuck did that text say?"
"Your 'boyfriend', the guy who 'cares about you', the teacher. He's not a nice guy."
"Wha-"
"Drop it!" he raised his voice. My heart sunk.

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